Wishy Washy

Why does it seem soo hard to be what I want to be as far as my church membership goes?

Maybe I’m just too critical of myself; expectations unrealistic.

I joined the LDS church in 1984. This August will make it 35 years ago….


Just yesterday

My missionaries were Elders Flinders (Detroit) & Lercher (Arkansas)

Holy fire….

I remember the righteous fire of that week.

I was ready for the flame of JESUS! Say hallelujah…

When I came up out of the font, I checked to see if my tattoo had washed off….


I think I’d been ready for saving for a while; plus I was susceptible to most anything back then.

There was a pretty Mormon girl involved, you see?

Also; I was super immature, pathologically naïve…..still am really/honestly, now at 56 yrs old.

I was hungry for direction or answers; no telling what I was thinking back then, just needed…something solid I guess.

Like I said, there was a girl involved too, I won’t lie. But, even now, I admit; I know that I joined primarily for/ because of her, but stayed joined for me.

This church has kept me alive.

Quick background; I was raised in the Baptist south.

Bible on the coffee table, next to stale, full ashtrays, half empty glasses of iced tea; beer & potluck at Sunday services next to the cemetery, out back of the church after services.

Kids running thru glaring tombstones in that Georgia summer heat, men standing around in their sweaty shirts and Kmart slacks, smoking & sipping a cold beer, the ladies fussing after their running and screaming kids, the popping tops on pink and faded blue Tupperware, all the while the thumping bass guitar and drums from across the road at the black folks church gave us funky spiritual background noise.

Almost yesterday….it seems.

So long….

Then, at the ripe old age of 18, I moved to Utah with my dad, for a construction job in Ogden.

Well, lots of stuff happened between those past Sundays and Utah but, I’m not gonna rehash it again.

Not yet.

I’ve already blogged about those years and that particular horse is dead.

Quick note; I joined on August 11th, 1984. I was dead from 1999 until 2005….man, was I dead. I wished I was dead.

If y’all wanna know the gory details, you’ll have to look for them on your own.

I’m done with those memories.

Oh, heck. I’ll write about it if y’all are interested. I’m trying to share, that it is hard out here for some of us converts.

It seems hard?

Like I was saying, I joined the LDS church in 1984.

I was 19

I was in love.

I was on drugs more than alcohol back then. I tried to behave but I tried to sneak it every so often. Pouring beer into my refillable mug….so the girlfriend/wife/temple wife wouldn’t smell it.

Unfortunately, she isn’t stupid OR naive.

Don’t really know why I was on dope so hard after I got to Utah….no idea.

It just happened and I couldn’t shake it.


Marriage/Temple 1985

Police Academy. 1986

3 kids. 1985,1987,1989

Divorce. 1991

Spiraling out of control but, still somewhat cognizant of my surroundings and the increasing inability to stay sober.

Jail. 1999







It was terrible.

I lost everything.

I was in the metaphorical backseat of a crazy driver….

Helpless to control him.

No, I don’t care how much y’all say that you are the master of your destiny, you can control things….blah blah blah

No. No you can’t.

Sometimes, it gets away from you.

There is absolutely no way I can explain to you the compulsions and impulsiveness of an addictive mind.

There was no way out, it had to run its course.

Highway to hell or pathway to eternal life; albeit a pathway cluttered with the debris and detritus of shattered dreams and hearts but, nonetheless, a pathway; no end.

I have not died yet.

I continue to struggle with my monsters.

I feel like I am gaining the upper hand.

Knock on wood

Now, after years of training, I am much better at recognizing the (my) warning signs and have acquired knowledge on how to circumvent them; or avoid the triggers.

Tools, so to say.

So far, so good; today.

That’s what you do.

Worry about today.

I know me, you see.

Every minute of every day is a battle.

Non-stop freaking battle.

You can forgive yourself but, no one else will.

On earth, I mean.

Hard fact.

Because, they know you too….

Sad thing is, you can’t really blame them.

Bad as I hate it.

As much as I repent.

As hard as I try

I will never get past my past. Not in my head, at least.

Because, to me…..in this head….?

I am unforgivable.

I am the lowest of the low.

I faced my demons and lost, for a very long time.

I lost everything.

I will keep trying, though.

I have no choice.

See, I believe in all this Mormon stuff.

I believe that HF has a plan for me.

I wish he’d tell me but, he likes to torture me I think…like a bug, or a little brother.

Not bad torture, funny ha ha torture.

Anyways, I honestly believe HF knows best and besides, I found that its best to blame him for anything bad that happens; it’s my Catch 22…jk

I blame him for the good stuff, too and HEY! I can also honestly say that I don’t/feel like I deserve anything good but, he persists in his plan for me so, what can I do?

Self-loather that I am.

With him being the supreme deity and all….I figure he already knows what’s going on with me and how hard “I feel” like I’m trying.

Trust in God.

It’s all his fault.

Endure to the end.

Saints are sinners that never quit trying.

If so, up to this point?

I’m a saint.

5 thoughts on “Wishy Washy”

  1. Hey Trey! Have you been away from the blogosphere as long as I more or less have, or have I just had really bad timing and missed all your posts when I come back to read?

    1. Nope. Sometimes life gets in the way of living. But, I’m making an effort to stay consistent on here. I have a lot of catching up, too!

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